The Sumeru Realm, where the Buddha Sect had once stood, had been the supreme land of the Great Thousand World's Western Region.
Within the realm were countless continents and small spaces. In ancient times, there had been tales that in the Sumeru Realm, one flower was one world, and one leaf was one Bodhi.
But as the world passed it down and calamity brought upheaval, the supreme land of the Western Region of old had now drifted here like rootless duckweed. It made one sigh.
Even its name had become an ancient form of address. After all, for ruins and corpses with no one left, broken walls and shattered remnants, aside from the descendants who kept them in their hearts, naturally no one else would remember.
Countless experts had fought here, and in the end, fallen here, becoming part of these broken walls and ruined remains.
There had also been some scavengers who found unusual things in ruins like these—inheritances, Divine Artifacts, or treasures—and from then on, they stunned the world and soared to the heavens.
But even if rumors of occasional lucky encounters spread, they could hardly stir any waves in the Great Thousand World.
Compared with another edge region of the Great Thousand World that had long enjoyed a famous reputation, this place seemed to have been forgotten by everyone.
But being forgotten by everyone did not mean it had likewise been forgotten by the Evil Clans.
This was not a good place for anyone.
But for the Evil Clans, it was still the border of the Great Thousand World, and also one of the entrances.
Since the entrance was there, naturally there was no reason to leave it alone.
But when Xiao Yan and the others opened their eyes, what they saw before them was a gray